"I will explain in a very few moments how it is possible that I am the real 'C'!"
"What!" screamed Cyn.
"What!" shouted Jo.
"What!!" absolutely yelled Quimby.
"There has been a mistake!" Mr. Stanwood said, now looking at Cyn.
"A mistake!" she repeated excitedly, "what do you mean? You 'C,' our 'C,' of the wire? Nonsense! You are joking!"
"Yes, he is joking!" Quimby reiterated, but his teeth chattered as he spoke. "He is a dreadful fellow to joke, Clem is!"
"Clem!" cried Cyn and Nattie, in the same breath.
"Do you begin to believe me?" said the gentleman who had caused all this disturbance, and looking at Nattie, who now becoming conscious that her hand was yet in his, withdrew it hastily, with a deep blush.
"I don't know what to think!" cried Cyn.
"Do explain something, quick, or I shall burst a blood-vessel with impatience; I know I shall!" exclaimed Jo.
Mr. Stanwood complied, by saying,
"The fact of the case is simply this. That red-haired young man, so graphically described by you
